Olupovat Quotes & Sayings

Now he wondered what use it would be. For Kaspar's death would not bring back his father, Elk's Call at Dawn, or his mother, Whisper of the Night Wind. His brother, Hand of the Sun, and his little sister Miliana would remain dead. The only time he would hear the voice of his grandfather, Laughter in His Eyes, would be in his memory. Nothing would change. No farmer outside Krondor would suddenly stand up in wonder and say, "A wrong has been righted." No boot-maker in Roldem would look up from his bench and say, "A people has been avenged. — Raymond E. Feist

We're told that the Protectosphere is clear, but Grandma always said that the sky's not as clear as it was when she was a little girl. She said the real sky is endless. I never understood endless. Everything in my life had limits. But tonight in this darkness, I'm sure I can see real stars. And tonight I almost understand a place without end. I'm in an endless night with no job, no friends, and no future. — Sara Grant

Eve was made as a helpmate in the Bible not a hold-me-and-carry-me mate. — Jennifer Luckett

We could say politically correct that look doesn't matter, but the look obviously matters. — Donald Trump

I don't do anything with my brows. — Lily James

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry. — Laurie Halse Anderson

Silence is the foundation of truth. Words are most meaningful when they emerge from silence and when they are received by a quiet mind. — Ken Cohen

Can we get a whiteboard,like on Law and Order?" Andrea asked.
Dick nodded. "I was thinking official 'Keep Jane from Being Murdered Task Force' T-shirts. — Molly Harper

What is it that you love in others?
My hopes. — Friedrich Nietzsche

The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery. — Norman Douglas

Hope flickered in my chest. 'Do you think they'll stop this... zombie-apocalypse-in-the-making if they realize I'm back on Team Not-Insane? — Jennifer L. Armentrout

And here am I ... what did I hope - what did I expect? What rich promise did the future seem to hold out to me, when with scarcely a sigh - only a bleak sense of utter desolation - I took my leave from the brief phantom, risen for a fleeting instant, of my first love?
What has come of it all - of all that I had hoped for? And now when the shades of evening are beginning to close in upon my life, what have I left that is fresher, dearer to me, than the memories of that brief storm that came and went so swiftly one morning in spring? — Ivan Turgenev